Past, A Wound in My Heart

I always felt inward, but now that there is living proof in front of my eyes, I am sure that our party's place in the system was not ordinary.

"My baby, my beautiful-haired boy, look around. Where are we?"

When Sukrucuk spoke by putting his hand on Leo's shoulder, I stepped back. He understood the language of the temporary staff very well.

"This is hell, my lion. What is the right and what is the law? If you think there is a difference between you and us, you are right. The simplest difference is that we left the Start Village by killing the boss. You left by accepting the offer. Maybe there are more differences that we don't know, so don't make any fanfare!"

Our tank cut the conversation short, and when they say that, they are right until the end. What you sow, you reap.

"Since the traditional equipment fest is over, let's head to the next boss!"

We started walking, lined up like a bead beetle behind Leo, who showed the way with his parted hair.